Andrew shook his head. “I haven’t. And I’ve been here two years.” He said. It was probably weird but he did spend a lot of time in solitary and just didn’t ever feel like being around people most of the time so he never went out. He really just avoided as much human contact as possible for a long time.
He took a deep breath as they walked outside and were met with a gust of wind. It was kind of nice. “Jeez, it’s nice to be out of that stuffy asylum.” He said. He didn’t realize how much he would actually like it. He looked around, things were definitely much more relaxing out here than they were in there.
He looked at her and nodded a bit. “I like it. I’ll probably be out here all the time now because it’s so unpleasant in there most of the time.” He said and sighed a bit. He looked around the whole area and back at her. “Do you come out here often?” He asked. It seemed like she probably would.
He looked over the garden as he started to walk through it a bit. It was so strange to him that a place like this would be located by the asylum.
It didn’t make much sense to him really.
“Jeez, it’s nice to be out of that stuffy asylum.” Andrew said. Scarlett couldn’t agree more. The walls of Broken were definitely suffocating.
She started walking off the path and motioned for Andrew to follow. “I’m glad you do.” she told him when he said he liked it, “I still can’t believe you’d never come out here.” Scarlett shook her head.
Running her hands through some of the bushes, she pressed forward, silently admiring the flowers around her. A strange noise suddenly distracted her; a bird was resting on the gates. It flew away but Scarlett’s gaze remained on where he had been. She could see the town outside if she looked hard enough. Thoughts of her old house, her old friends, her old life, rushed over her. A tingly feeling crept up her spine, “You know you’re never getting out of here…” a voice whispered in her ear, teasing her. Her whole body tensed but she kept walking.
If you ignore it it’ll go away, she reminded herself.
“Oh. Um, yeah. I try to come out here every once in a while.” Scarlett cleared her throat. She hated the shakiness she’d heard in her own voice. ”It usually makes me feel better if I’m not having a great time.”
She inhaled and smiled when she reached the tree she’d found on her last walk through the garden. She sat down in it’s shade and patted the grass beside her so Andrew would sit there. Scarlett reached inside her jacket and took out the pack of cigarettes she’d snuck in from her trip shopping for the ball. She lit one and took a long drag. She felt herself slowly relax. Blowing out the smoke, she turned to Andrew.
“Want one?” she asked, offering him the pack.
You talk far too much. I’ll do whatever I fucking please too.
So disappointing that everyone here lacks wit.
Oh, and you’d now all about that now wouldn’t you? ‘Cause you know us all so well. Word of advice—you won’t like it here if you keep treating everyone like shit unless you know, you actually enjoy being hated and talked about which if I think about it now, it seems like you do. You do your thing I won’t look twice. Just don’t cross me.
Ugh I really couldn’t care less haha She’s an annoying bitch and I’m not taking her shit.
She’s being a huge bitch. But I mean, I don’t know…
At least she’s not being a total hypocrite about it.
My angst sense are tingling.
What do you— Yeah, I can’t even…
Oh no, she used the ‘B’ word.
I’ll call you whatever I want to, cunt.
What the fuck is your problem?
You don’t even know me.
Oh really? that’s really great. I’m doing good, a bit annoyed about the new girl but nothing to worry about.
Yeah, I don’t get her.
Got a name or am I stuck calling you twat?
Ooh, funny. My name is Scarlett. And I’d prefer if you called me that so remember it, bitch.
She’s gonna make this place go mad, I can feel it.
I was wondering when someone like her would show up.
Up until now everyone’s been pretty nice so… let’s see how this goes.
I don’t kid.